[ he. snorts a little, amused, but fond, and waves his hand. mineo can childe hate all he wants he's valid. ]
It's alright. I thought it might be easier if I just played along. We've all gotten rather good at playing at being blind and deaf, when we need to be. [ he. yeah. after their conversations at the beginning of the week, once childe showed up dead, the answer was right there. it wasn't a hard leap of logic to make, that mineo was likely lying about it. ] I wasn't going to say so in front of the others, but - whether it feels like it or not, I think you stuck well to your convictions.
[ both in his resolve on sunday, and in his confession - honest and heartfelt. ]
Though, I had wondered. Why wait to confess until it was over?
[ . . . . he looks thoughtful for a second before he moves to take a seat in one of the chairs, looking out into the expanse of stars. there's thoughtfulness, hesitation, and then he admits - ]
I'm already dead back home. In the last moments before it happened, I gave up. I stopped struggling and let myself be judged.
[his emotions cut off like a dropped line - but right before it happens, there's the plunge into deep, unshakeable sadness.
after a moment, after a breath, his emotions pick up again - into something more resolved. fond.]
... so I owed it to the people who knew to not give up so easily. I was always going to say something if fingers got pointed in the wrong direction. But I thought that until that happened, I owed it to them to not deliver my head on a silver platter.
[he should stick to every chance he had of living for as long as he could]
[ surprise flickers across his expression for a moment, as mineo's statement and his emotions alike wash over him.
there've been a few people now, who have said something like this to him. i'm already dead. it brings up more feelings than he'd like to admit to - his own stubbornness in avoiding the same fate, intended or otherwise, the reminder of mineo mentioning his younger sister, all those weeks ago. that memory he'd seen, too; it all culminates in i let myself be judged.
after a moment, he huffs, and his emotions reflect back, too - recognition, perhaps. empathy, really, more so, and a quieter, smaller chord of regard that goes with it. ]
... Well. I'm the last person to judge. [ considering! he hadn't even bothered to confess. then again - maybe confessing to one or two people afterwards had been just as big as a move. ]
What about all the evidence? With the other killers?
[ . . . there's notes of regret then, only for this. he shakes his head.]
.... I didn't realize how much it'd hurt people - and that was my stupid mistake. But it felt simpler to do things that we hadn't solved in the past than to create random chaos and maybe accidentally implicate someone innocent. So I settled on stuff that wouldn't get looked at twice too hard instead - because if someone new got accused, I probably would've confessed.
[though even that comes with apprehension]
Well... confessed earlier. Because no matter what I owe to people - I can't stand the idea of someone taking the fall for me.
just such a mineo answer that he just closes his eyes for a second. ]
... I see the line of your thinking, yes. [ but also my god the despair indulgences. there's a hint of exasperation, but it's at least a little fond. ] Thank you, I suppose, for not including anything relating to panthers.
[ lmao ]
The no-vote truly was the best option, so. I'm glad it was pulled off - to send Childe out, truly, on a note of peace, is exactly the sort of thing he deserves. [ because he'd hate it! gu yun thinks that's great. ha ha. ] And, even if you've given me a bit of a headache [ this despair indulgence ] - things could have certainly turned out far worse.
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It's alright. I thought it might be easier if I just played along. We've all gotten rather good at playing at being blind and deaf, when we need to be. [ he. yeah. after their conversations at the beginning of the week, once childe showed up dead, the answer was right there. it wasn't a hard leap of logic to make, that mineo was likely lying about it. ] I wasn't going to say so in front of the others, but - whether it feels like it or not, I think you stuck well to your convictions.
[ both in his resolve on sunday, and in his confession - honest and heartfelt. ]
Though, I had wondered. Why wait to confess until it was over?
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I'm already dead back home. In the last moments before it happened, I gave up. I stopped struggling and let myself be judged.
[his emotions cut off like a dropped line - but right before it happens, there's the plunge into deep, unshakeable sadness.
after a moment, after a breath, his emotions pick up again - into something more resolved. fond.]
... so I owed it to the people who knew to not give up so easily. I was always going to say something if fingers got pointed in the wrong direction. But I thought that until that happened, I owed it to them to not deliver my head on a silver platter.
[he should stick to every chance he had of living for as long as he could]
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there've been a few people now, who have said something like this to him. i'm already dead. it brings up more feelings than he'd like to admit to - his own stubbornness in avoiding the same fate, intended or otherwise, the reminder of mineo mentioning his younger sister, all those weeks ago. that memory he'd seen, too; it all culminates in i let myself be judged.
after a moment, he huffs, and his emotions reflect back, too - recognition, perhaps. empathy, really, more so, and a quieter, smaller chord of regard that goes with it. ]
... Well. I'm the last person to judge. [ considering! he hadn't even bothered to confess. then again - maybe confessing to one or two people afterwards had been just as big as a move. ]
What about all the evidence? With the other killers?
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.... I didn't realize how much it'd hurt people - and that was my stupid mistake. But it felt simpler to do things that we hadn't solved in the past than to create random chaos and maybe accidentally implicate someone innocent. So I settled on stuff that wouldn't get looked at twice too hard instead - because if someone new got accused, I probably would've confessed.
[though even that comes with apprehension]
Well... confessed earlier. Because no matter what I owe to people - I can't stand the idea of someone taking the fall for me.
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just such a mineo answer that he just closes his eyes for a second. ]
... I see the line of your thinking, yes. [ but also my god the despair indulgences. there's a hint of exasperation, but it's at least a little fond. ] Thank you, I suppose, for not including anything relating to panthers.
[ lmao ]
The no-vote truly was the best option, so. I'm glad it was pulled off - to send Childe out, truly, on a note of peace, is exactly the sort of thing he deserves. [ because he'd hate it! gu yun thinks that's great. ha ha. ] And, even if you've given me a bit of a headache [ this despair indulgence ] - things could have certainly turned out far worse.